Volume 1, Chapter 52: This chick has a great look in her eyes—cold and full of bite!

Bailu stared fixedly at the roasted chicken on the ground, trampled into a mess by Lin Feng, her chest heaving violently.

Doesn’t he understand how precious food is now?

In front of her, Zheng Yuan was even angrier.

If only they handed over the chicken, they could forgive this guy.

If no one else were around, he would even kneel and lick the oil clean.

But with Bailu and Jiang Xiaoyu standing behind, a man’s pride could not be easily discarded.

“Today, you must apologize to Bailu and hand over the backpack, or don’t even think about leaving,” Zheng Yuan said fiercely, brandishing an iron rod.

“You want to rob me?” Lin Feng finally sized up this so-called martial arts instructor.

“That’s right. I’m robbing you. So what?” Zheng Yuan guessed that the two barbecue shops on the fourth floor wouldn’t have any food left either.

And this handsome man before him was not only a rival for Bailu’s affections but also alone—if not him, then who else would he rob?

With order so chaotic, how many robberies had they seen along the way?

If the world was like this, why should Zheng Yuan be a saint?

A cold smirk curled Lin Feng’s lips. If being soft didn’t work, then he’d have to be hard.

Just as he was about to teach this reckless guy a lesson, chaotic footsteps echoed from the stairwell.

Leading was someone Lin Feng had noticed before—the metal ability user who had pried open the mall’s roller shutter and was grabbing backpacks on the first floor.

Zhou Ye appeared with seven knife-wielding underlings, emerging fiercely from the white fog.

Seeing four people blocking the stairway, his eyes darkened.

“Move it. You blocking the way to eat shit?” he snapped.

Zheng Yuan was startled; he only dared to bluff in front of Lin Feng, who was unarmed.

When facing actual street thugs armed with knives, his calves trembled uncontrollably.

In the past, he would have immediately bowed and made way.

Why risk his life over something so trivial?

But now he couldn’t. Behind him were two women, and in front was a handsome rival.

If he backed down now, how could he ever hold his head high before Bailu again?

Forget about winning her heart; not being despised would be a blessing.

So, under the influence of his leader, Zheng Yuan gritted his teeth and muttered softly.

“So what if you have knives? What are you pretending to be?”

His voice was low, only Bailu and Jiang Xiaoyu behind could hear.

His tone wasn’t aggressive; he didn’t want to draw attention from these thugs, just trying to save face.

But Zheng Yuan didn’t know one thing: the enhanced bodies of ability users granted them superior hearing.

Zhou Ye clearly heard his words.

His expression immediately turned icy. His right arm rippled and morphed like liquid metal, transforming into a gleaming long knife in the blink of an eye.

Just as he was about to strike and slice this blocker apart for study, his eyes caught Bailu standing behind Zheng Yuan.

That idiot actually had a beauty behind him.

The curve of her hips wrapped in yoga pants, the full, inviting chest barely contained—his Adam’s apple bobbed up and down.

As for the skinny Jiang Xiaoyu beside her... sorry, he had no interest in a washboard figure.

Even his underlings stared wide-eyed.

“Damn, boss! We hit the jackpot today!”

“Never thought there’d be such a beautiful woman nowadays.”

“Look at those legs, gotta make a specimen out of her for years after she’s dead.”

“That girl’s gaze is sharp, cold and fierce!”

The underlings whistled lewdly, their eyes gleaming green.

If their boss wasn’t present, they would have already pounced and torn at her clothes.

Zhou Ye was a notorious local tyrant here, running several underground casinos and loan shark businesses.

After the white fog outbreak, he and his gang roamed, looting and stockpiling supplies, even capturing several women.

Three days ago, a subordinate who awakened fire abilities tried to rebel.

He was instantly cleaved in two by the steel blade formed from Zhou Ye’s arm.

Only then did the underlings realize their boss had awakened abilities long ago.

Bailu shrank back two steps in terror, her back pressing against the railing, looking to Zheng Yuan for help.

Jiang Xiaoyu quietly tugged at her boyfriend’s sleeve, signaling him to stay out of it.

She was secretly hoping Bailu would be taken by these thugs, saving them a lot of frozen buns.

Zheng Yuan’s palm gripped the iron rod tightly, sweat soaking his hand, beads of sweat forming on his forehead.

Lin Feng stood quietly to the side, observing.

He was just handsome, not a beauty.

His small backpack was inconspicuous.

He noticed several red backpacks on Zhou Ye’s underlings—clearly stolen from women.

Some were stained with blood, likely from the victims.

“Beautiful, come with me, and you’ll eat well and live in luxury,” Zhou Ye grinned, revealing yellowed teeth.

“You only need to do one thing—work hard in bed.”

His underlings burst into raucous laughter.

Bailu shrank into the corner of the railing, trembling, her voice quivering.

“No... I don’t want to. Zheng Yuan, please save me.”

Impatient, Zhou Ye waved his hand, and several underlings immediately closed in.

“Number Three, take them all away! Don’t spare the man either—you like that, don’t you?”

Zheng Yuan’s face turned deathly pale. He never imagined he’d be a victim of assault too.

Bailu and Jiang Xiaoyu trembled violently, tears welling in their eyes.

They knew in their hearts that Zheng Yuan was no match for these thugs.

“What do we do... who will save us?”

At that moment, one of the underlings noticed Lin Feng.

“Hey! Pretty boy over there, hand over the bag!”

“You talking to me?”

“Cut the crap! Hurry up—”

Before he could finish, Lin Feng raised his leg and delivered a kick.

A dull “thud” sounded.

The underling flew back like a rag doll, crashing against the railing, his body mangled and bloody on the spot.

Broken entrails spilled onto the ground, quickly staining it red.

“Ugh!”

The two women vomited outright.

Bailu stared at Lin Feng in horror—is this still the same sycophant she knew?

One kick had exploded a man—what terrifying force was that?

The iron rod in Zheng Yuan’s hand clattered to the ground, his legs instantly going weak.

He had even threatened this formidable man earlier; now, all he wanted was to kowtow and thank Zhou Ye.

If not for these thugs suddenly showing up, he would be lying in a pool of blood right now.

With these two groups about to clash, he and the two women were temporarily safe.

Lin Feng glanced at the remaining six thugs, raising a finger.

“I’m taking one person.”

“Who the hell do you think you are?” a reckless underling shouted.

To him, as long as the boss acted, no one was invincible.

“My boss could kill you with a flick.”

Slash!

Zhou Ye’s arm transformed instantly into a steel blade, cleaving that underling in two.

“Ability users speak. Do you have the right to interrupt?”

The other thugs turned pale and fell silent.

Cold sweat beaded on Zhou Ye’s forehead. He could feel the oppressive aura radiating from Lin Feng. Especially that kick just now—he himself wasn’t sure he could withstand it.

Before the apocalypse, he had thrived because he was good at sizing people up.

He didn’t want to risk his life for a woman.

Originally, he planned to take someone away quietly, but who would’ve thought a rebellious fool behind insisted on saying something.

He had to use this person as a scapegoat to cool things down.

“This brother, pick whoever you want. You can take all three if you like.”